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The stir fry man
Bosco nods thoughtfully at Kasumi’s response. It may be a bit cliched, but street orphans wouldn’t have much better to do than keep an eye on things around their community. It seems unlikely that someone of the Lord Constable’s status would heed their words personally, but maybe an advisor… Well, it would be best to keep a low profile, regardless. Bosco turns to Lucian and, his words failing him, he can only watch as Lucian makes a theatrical display out of taking the satchel from Bosco’s outstretched hand. Discretion suddenly seemed out of the question. A weary voice escapes Bosco’s lips. “Don’t do that again.” He turns back to Kasumi and nods at her final words. "Subtlety and good sense may prove to be impossible, but I'll try to keep an eye on him. For the sake of my things, at least."
He follows Lucian to the produce stall, looming behind him with a reticent expression. His eyes, unerring in their focus, pierce the merchant as he initiates the bargaining. Only when Cedric makes his presence known does Bosco turn away. “I thought you were taking a break. Did you… Did you follow us?”